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Life as I know it	By : BlindedHP Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 75983 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Title: Life as I know it
Summary: This fic is BDSM. Harry is not the boy that everyone expects him to be when he first enters Hogwarts. This fic is Snarry slash with Snape as Harry's Dom.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter related. This magical world belongs to JK Rowling and various publishers. No profit is being made from this.
Warnings: BDSM, dom/sub, non-con, dub-con, sexual situations, master/slave, chan, violence and some more that I can't think of right now.
Chapter 10 (Posted on 2 March 2015): Unintentional pain
Harry sat on his bed and mindlessly paged through the book on his lap. Master Severus had sent him to his room the minute they had returned from Diagon Alley and Harry was feeling absolutely terrible. He knew deep down that his Master would not send him away for his little slip, or do anything to hurt him but just knowing that he had put his Master in potential danger, was weighing heavily on Harry's mind.
He was more than halfway through the charms book he had grabbed when he entered his room, but Harry had not taken in a single word.
The door to his room was slightly ajar and as such, Harry heard the headmaster enter and conversing softly with his Master.
"Sirius was in quite a state when he came up to me after his little visit to your quarters Severus. He was adamant about the fact that he had found you and Harry in a compromising position, something about Harry being on your lap Severus?"
Harry had heard that tone in the headmasters voice a few times and knew that the man was disappointed in his Master. Why that was, Harry had no idea.
"Of course he would portray it in such a way as to incriminate me in the worst possible way Albus! That mutt has had it in for me since our school days and he will stop at nothing to have me out of his life completely."
"I believe you're stalling Severus."
The headmaster now sounded quite disappointed and Harry had to wonder if it was because his Master and his godfather didn't exactly get along, or something else.
"Harry has been a bit distraught about something Albus, and had just been drifting off to sleep with his head rested on my lap when that mutt stormed into my quarters. I believe I forgot to thank you for that Albus, it was such a nice surprise to see Black entering my quarters as if we were the best of friends, and I gave my password out to anyone who asked nicely enough."
Sarcasm dripped from his voice and Harry had to marvel at the fact that his Master was speaking to the headmaster in such a way.
The fact that the headmaster just smiled serenely at his Master before conjuring a tray with tea and some cookies, made his head spin.
The two older men moved out of his line of sight and Harry suppressed a sigh, as he knew he would now only be able to hear bits and pieces of what they spoke.
"So Harry is settling in fine?" The headmaster inquired in a soft yet carrying voice.
'Absurd' popped into Harry's head, and he had to suppress a giggle as he thought that that had sounded a bit too much like his Master's voice. He had been with his Master for four years now! Of course he had settled in!
"I believe that you have regressed into asking redundant questions Albus."
"Of course, of course, I must admit that the years have passed by without me really noticing."
Harry could hear his Master snort and only because the man spoke a bit louder than usual, did Harry hear his reply.
"The day that you fail to notice anything happening in this school is the day Voldemort appears before us in diapers with bottle in hand and calling you 'dada'."
The headmaster laughed softly and Harry couldn't help but smile himself.
The conversation drifted to a more normal level and Harry realized that it was futile to try and listen in as he would only be able to catch words that were emphasized.
Harry forced himself to actually concentrate on what he was reading and was in the middle of the second chapter in the Charms book, when he was shocked out of his thoughts by his Master's raised voice.
"How exactly did you know just why Harry had been short for his age when he first entered Hogwarts?"
"Now Severus, there is no need for you to get so worked up. Settle down, have some tea."
"I will ask you again Albus; how did you know? I never mentioned that to anyone. Poppy knew that he had not been living in the ideal home situation, but even she didn't know that it was because Harry had lived in a cupboard for most of his life and on little to no food that caused him to be so small for his age. How did you know about the cupboard?"
The headmaster sighed and Harry could see that they had once again moved closer to the door leading outside.
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that Severus and no, I would never intentionally put Harry in unnecessary danger. Believe me when I say that I had no idea what Vernon Dursley had done to Harry before he entered Hogwarts."
His Master was now standing in Harry's line of sight and the expression on his face sent a shiver down his spine.
"I will see you at the feast Albus. Good day."
"Good day to you too Severus. Know that I only do what I feel is best for everyone involved."
"The fact that for you 'everyone involved' is the whole of the Wizarding World is by no means reassuring for me Albus."
"I have faith in you Severus and in what you can and have done for that boy."
"Good. Day. Albus."
Harry hastily brought his attention back to his book as his Master closed the door behind the headmaster.
The door to his room opened completely and Harry skimmed his eyes over paragraph after paragraph.

That which Albus had said and that which he hadn't had not gone unnoticed by Severus.
The fact that he had only cleared himself of any blame pertaining to Vernon Dursley was making Severus's blood boil. Even though most, if not all, of Harry's physical scars were because of that.. that… animal, didn't mean that the worst damage had been done by him.
Love, of any kind, was vital in the upbringing of a healthy, care-free child, and Harry had none growing up. The abuse suffered at the hands of his uncle was despicable in itself but the negligence on his aunt's side was just as bad, if not worse.
Any child craved the love and care of a parent figure and to have one actively abusing you while the other just watches on and does nothing was sickening.
Severus entered Harry's room and by the way that the boy was focused solely on his book, not even acknowledging Severus's presence, was a dead giveaway that Harry had heard some of what had been said.
"You can stop pretending to read Harry; I know you heard some of what was said out there."
Harry looked up at him with a slightly guilty look.
"It's not really your fault Harry as we should have put up a silencing charm, or at least made sure that your door was closed."
Harry relaxed minutely and put his book on his bedside table as he made space for Severus to sit.
"I doubt that you really understood anything we said but just in case you're needlessly worrying; I am not mad at you for anything. Clear?"
Harry smiled in relief and replied; "Yes Master."
"Good. Now, it is still relatively early and seeing as this is your last day of 'freedom', you are free to do anything you wish. Just let me know if you decide to go outside, and make sure that someone knows where you are at all times, be it in the library or the great hall."
"Yes Master."
"What are you waiting for? Get!"
Harry jumped up from the bed and hugged Severus for a moment before he dashed out the door. Severus was just exiting Harry's room when the boy's voice rang from behind the closing door of their quarters.
"I'm going to the kitchens!"
Severus just shook his head and took the notes for the salve he had found. Exiting their quarters, Severus made his way to his lab and summoned a house elf while he walked.
"Keep an eye on young Mr Potter for me, and be sure to let me know when he leaves the kitchens."
"Yes sir, Professor Sir. Twinkle will let sir know."
"Good. Keep a low profile though, you are dismissed."
"Yes Professor sir. Thank you sir."
Severus entered his lab with the reassurance that Harry couldn't get into too much trouble without him knowing.

The first of September was on a Sunday but even though Harry knew he could sit with his Master during the feast he decided not to.
The tingling he could still feel in his shoulder made him smile a little. Master Severus had made him the salve he had promised, and Harry was finally, for once and for all, rid of any physical reminders of his days as Vernon Dursley's 'pet'.
Harry could still not believe how his life had turned around but was forever grateful for having Master Severus.
Harry brought his thoughts back to the present and waited on the confrontation that was sure to come.
There was no use in delaying the inevitable 'talk' he'd have with Draco, and he found that he would rather get it settled now than wait until he had worked himself into such a state that he'd confess more than he wanted to.
Students filtered into the room and Harry could see a flash of shock cross Draco's face as his eyes landed on Harry, but it was quickly schooled behind a blank mask.
"Evening Harry."
"Good evening Draco. Had a pleasant Summer?"
"It was satisfactory thank you. How about you?" Harry had to lean in closer as Draco dropped his voice to a whisper. "You and your Master have a good holiday?"
Harry looked Draco in the eye to ascertain the blonde's mood and sincerity. When he could find no trace of disdain or scorn, Harry decided to answer truthfully.
"Yes thank you. I believe it was the best yet, except for when someone else also found out what you now know and got the wrong impression."
"There is a wrong impression?"
Harry sent a scathing look his way before calmly replying.
"Yes there is. This is however, neither the time nor the place to talk about it. We can talk after the feast. Meet me in the Potions classroom after everyone is dismissed."
Draco nodded and the rest of the feast passed by with idle chatter and stories of what everyone did over the holidays.

"I thought there was something funny between you and Professor Snape, after your first slip a year or so ago."
"There's nothing funny between us, as you put it. Professor Snape takes care of me. He gives me guidance and help when I need it. He cares for my well-being and is always there when I need him."
Draco looked at him curiously for a moment.
"Professor Snape has always been a man to stand by his morals. I can see that he would not do anything to incriminate either himself or you in any way. You are indeed lucky Harry, to have him for a Master. Some people are not as lucky as you, to have someone who truly cares about you and not your body. And no, don't worry, I'm not talking out of experience, just of knowledge my father have imparted on me."
Harry looked away from the blonde as he nodded his head. Yes, he was indeed lucky to have Master Severus now, but everything which had happened to him at the hands of others would always stay with him. No need to let Draco know that though, so Harry quickly changed the subject to something less serious.
"What do you think about the new Defence Professor?"
Draco snorted inelegantly before giving Harry a disbelieving look.
"She's going to be the worst yet! It might be easy to wrap her around your pinky finger but I can just bet that she's going to work on my nerves by the end of the first day already."
Draco looked a bit lost in thought before he continued.
"I wonder if mum would agree to send me some 'killer throats', maybe if I give her some, she'd really have a reason to clear her throat so often."
Harry gave him a questioning look and the blonde explained.
"'Killer throats' is a misleading name. You may think that it will 'kill' or 'numb' your throat if you had some scratching but what it actually is, is a lozenge that gives you a 'killer throat', as in, you will have sores and scratches and everything. Why someone even invented it, I have no idea!"
Harry laughed at the thought of giving their new teacher one of those but quickly sobered as he realized that he had just thought of 'hurting' someone else. He never wanted to hurt someone else intentionally!
Their conversation drifted to more mundane things and Harry was shocked when he realized that he only had five minutes to make it back to his Master's quarters before the man would come looking for him.
"Sorry Draco, I have to go. Professor Snape will be looking for me soon if I'm not back in time."
"Night Harry. Thanks for the talk."

Harry had forgotten about the spell Master Severus put on him at the beginning of the previous year, and as such, he couldn't help but wince when the pain of two sharp spanks registered in his brain.
The fact that he was sitting down at the time made it that much worse and Harry bit his lip to contain a gasp. Whether it was one of surprise or pain he wasn't sure.
It was Harry's second night of detention with his Defence Professor and he realized that his decision not to tell his Master about what exactly the detention entailed was the wrong one.
He thought that because nothing had happened the previous evening – other than his blood leaking through a quill onto a parchment – that he would just have to endure the tedious detentions.
Thoughts that maybe he should have told his Master what the b..witch made him do during detention was a bit late now though and so Harry forced himself to endure the detention.
Every time Harry wrote the sentence "I must not tell lies", his determination to not mention it to his Master dwindled until he realized that he would have to tell his master about it, if only to get some soothing cream for his burning bums. The spankings had continued with each sentence written and Harry knew for certain that his Master would not have wanted him to suffer at the hands of the woman anymore than absolutely necessary.
By the time Umbridge gave him leave, Harry's legs were shaking and his hand was hurting from both writing and from the words carved into his skin.
Harry made it to their quarters, but only just, and as soon as he entered he sank down to the floor.
His Master had looked up at his entrance and was at his side in a second.
"What's wrong Harry? What happened?"
Harry just sucked in gulps of air as he fought to keep tears from his eyes.
Master Severus was looking so worried that Harry didn't know which would be better. To confess the truth and worry the man even more about Harry's current condition, or to keep silent and let the man worry about what had happened and why Harry didn't want to say anything.
The pain in his hand and on his bum decided for him and Harry presented his bloodied hand to his Master wordlessly.
"Who. Did. This?"
Harry had never heard his Master's voice quite this cold and he shivered involuntarily.
"Professor Umbrige."
"You mean to tell me that a Professor of this school tortured a student right under the nose of the headmaster and every other Professor."
"Yes Master."
Master Severus led Harry over to the sofa but even though Harry tried to sit as lightly as possible, he couldn't suppress a wince of pain.
Harry looked up as Master Severus drew in a sharp breath. The horrified look on his Master's face was something that Harry wouldn't soon forget.
"Stand up Harry."
Complying, Harry wordlessly turned around while taking off his robe and bit his lip as Master Severus gently lowered his trousers.
"Oh Harry. I'm so sorry. I never meant for something like this to happen."
Master Severus's hand gently traced the redness on Harry's abused backside and when Harry turned to look back at his Master, he was startled to see tears in the black depths.
A quick summoning charm later, Harry was asked to lie down on the couch and Master Severus gently rubbed soothing cream into the red flesh. Harry sighed contently as the pain eased and was startled out of his relaxed mindset when he felt a tingle on his buttocks. When he saw his Master leaning over him with his wand in hand, Harry realized that he had either removed the charm or adjusted it some.
Before Harry could ask however, Master Severus pulled him up again and Harry quickly re-clothed himself.
Strong arms dragged him back against a solid chest and Harry settled back on his Master's lap as his hand was taken in a gentle grip, and the cream applied there too.
"I am so sorry Harry. I will talk to the headmaster tomorrow and you will not spend another detention with that woman. You are also free to leave at anytime you wish Harry. I never meant to hurt you like this, but if you don't feel safe or that you can trust me anymore, I won't force you to stay."
Harry turned around on his Master's lap and threw his arms around the man's neck.
"No Master. I know that you never meant for this to happen. You weren't the one who hurt me, Umbridge did. I also hurt myself because I didn't tell you about what she made me do after the first detention last night. It was more my own fault than yours. I don't want to leave you. I don't."
Harry was gratified to realize that the arms around him tightened and did not push him away.
He would stay with his Master. He liked their relationship too much to do anything to jeopardize it.

Severus woke up to a sound he never wanted to hear again. It was a scream of both fear and terror and it was coming from Harry's room.
He was out the door and in Harry's room before he had even opened both eyes. Sitting down beside the thrashing boy, Severus reached out a hand to shake the shoulder but somehow ended up dragging Harry into his lap. He gently rocked the boy back and forth, while whispering soothing words in his ear.
Harry woke a while later and he focused blurry eyes on his Master.
Severus was quite shocked when the boy immediately threw himself at Severus and sobbed uncontrollably into his shoulder. Severus could just make out the words Harry was saying through the sobs. "You're alive. You're here. You're alive." He kept repeating them over and over again.
They sat like that for a while and it took Severus the better part of two hours to extract everything from Harry, and once he did, he cursed himself for forgetting a promise he had made to himself long ago. He needed to teach the boy Occlumency, and soon.
The hallway Harry described was not one that Severus knew but he had a feeling that it was one that led to the Department of Mysteries. Voldemort clearly wanted Harry to find the prophecy and then extract the information from his mind. Severus would just have to do everything in his power to prevent that from happening.

Harry was so frustrated and disgusted with himself that he was close to tears. Occlumency lessons with Master Severus were going really well. The man showed patience Harry had never seen before when he taught Harry just how to clear his mind, and Harry had a feeling that he man still felt guilty about what the spell had done at the beginning of the year.
Occlumency however, didn't keep normal dreams at bay and that was where Harry's frustrations lay at the moment.
He had once again seen some of the other students with little to no clothes on, on return to their quarters the previous evening and his dreams that night had been truly troubling.
He had dreamed of strong, sure hands rubbing his hard cock and making him feel things he had never dreamed of feeling. The fact that he had awoken to find that his cock was really as hard as it had been in the dream had freaked him out, and when ignoring it didn't make it go away, Harry felt like he was going to either faint or burst into tears.
Harry didn't know how long he sat there on the bed trying to think of anything but the dream – which of course didn't work and only made him think more on it – before his Master entered the room. Harry wanted to put his head under the pillow in humiliation but he couldn't move.
"Why aren't you ready Harry? Breakfast is in ten minutes. Are you not feeling well?"
Harry was blushing bright red as he thought of why exactly he wasn't ready yet, and Master Severus quickly understood.
"You can't always just ignore it Harry. It is a natural reaction by your body and nothing about it makes you a freak or abnormal. Every boy your age goes through this Harry. You have to find release sometime, or it could truly become detrimental to your health. I am not going to show you how to pleasure yourself, as I had promised not to do anything sexual with you, but I can tell you. You will eventually find what is most pleasurable for you but at the beginning, start with taking a firm grip of your cock with your right hand."
Harry blushed bright red as his Master explained what to do. His horrified expression soon morphed into one of fascination as his Master explained just what he could do and exactly how it felt. He had never thought of 'fondling' with his balls before, and found it fascinating that his Master could explain everything in such detail. The way his Master explained the feeling of release when you 'climaxed' as he called it, caused Harry's cock to give and involuntary jerk, and he hastily pulled the pillow from behind him and covered his lap. He was embarrassed enough as it was!
His Master made no indication that he had even noticed what Harry was doing and Harry was very grateful for that.
When his Master left the room, Harry tentatively reached down and pulled off his boxers. The cold dungeon air made him shiver, and as Harry's warm hand wrapped around his hard cock, he couldn't help but gasp. The feelings his ministrations evoked in him had Harry wrapping his other hand around his balls and squeezing both his balls and his prick experimentally. A tingling feeling which felt like it started from his toes and spread through his whole body happened so quickly, it caused Harry to arch his back and he gasped as he felt his cock pulse uncontrollably as a creamy white essence spurted forth.
The reality of what he had just done dawned on Harry then and he couldn't help but look around frantically to make sure that no one was there to condemn him for being freaky or a monster.
Hastily donning his school robes and some every day clothes, Harry met his Master in the lounge and was grateful beyond words when his Master didn't even smirk or show any other emotion when he surely knew just what Harry had done.
"Come, we are late for breakfast. Best not keep the headmaster waiting any longer."
Harry nodded quickly and grabbed his book-bag before following his Master out the door.

Harry didn't know what exactly his Master had done, but he never again received a detention from Professor Umbrige after that disastrous second one. The woman didn't even look at him in class anymore.
Draco had also noticed the change in attitude, but he had thankfully not asked any questions. Now, almost at the end of the year, Harry found himself in her class but with a burning pain building up in his forehead.
His Occlumency shields were up as strong as he could make them but either Voldemort was very determined to get into his mind, or he was just sending Harry once heck of a headache. Whatever it was, Harry didn't think he could escape this lesson without receiving a detention from the woman. Class had only just started and Harry decided that it was better to be safe than sorry. Raising his hand and asking permission to go to the Hospital Wing as he wasn't feeling well, Harry was gratified when the Professor just waved him out with a curt nod.
Harry made his way to their quarters rather than the Hospital Wing, as he didn't want to answer any questions which were sure to come from the medi-witch.
A quick rummage through the potions cabinet in the kitchen, and Harry had a headache relieving potion. Closing his eyes and making sure that his Occlumency shields were up, Harry settled back into the couch and promptly fell asleep.
He didn't know how many hours passed before his Master entered the rooms. Master Severus looked Harry over once, before nodding and closing the door behind him.
"I'm glad to see you're not hurt but I'm curious as to why you missed half of your classes Harry?"
"I'm sorry Master but my head was hurting a lot. I don't know if Voldemort, sorry, The Dark Lord, was trying really hard to get into my head, or if he was just sending me a headache. Whatever it was, it certainly worked on getting me out of class and giving me a headache."
Master Severus nodded his head at Harry's explanation and took his seat as Harry made room for him on the couch.
"I believe that it could have been either of those scenarios, or even both. I will tell you something now Harry but you must promise to never reveal this to anyone. Do I have your word?"
"Yes Master, I promise not to tell anyone."
"Good. I overheard a prophecy which was made some time before your birth. I didn't hear the whole of the prophecy, as someone saw me and pointed me out as an eavesdropper. I'm afraid to say that at that time, I had still been in the service of the Dark Lord and had gone to him with the information as soon as I'd been kicked out."
Harry nodded at his Master to show that he was listening.
"I've learned the rest of the prophecy since then however, and it is a prophecy about you Harry. I believe that the visions you experienced at the beginning of the year were that of the Department of Mysteries, where the original Prophecy resides. The Dark Lord probably wants you to go after the prophecy before he himself then goes after you, as the prophecy will then be unprotected."
"I will tell you the prophecy Harry, as I think it is important for you to know, but remember one thing; prophecies does not dictate your life and does not always come to fruition. Do not let the knowledge of what destiny has in store for you rule your life. You are a being of free will and as long as you exercise that free will, anything can happen."
"I understand Master. If you think that it would be better not to tell me the prophecy, I will understand."
"No Harry, I think you need to know but remember that the prophecy should not decide your fate for you."
"Yes Master."
Harry listened attentively as his Master related the prophecy to him word for word. He could honestly say that he had expected worse. The way his Master had gone on before reciting the prophecy, had made Harry think that he was going to have to choose between scrubbing cauldrons out with a toothbrush for the rest of his life, or becoming once again what he had once been for Vernon Dursley.
Death had always been a given, in any situation, and it didn't scare Harry, not really. Vernon Dursley could evoke more fear in Harry in one night than the knowledge of the prophecy could evoke in a whole lifetime.
End Chapter 10
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